My body's pulling me away,
But my mind is holding on,
It's like clinging for life to a cliff face,
But my arms are not that strong,
Like I'm tied above a bed of thorns, Searching your face for hope,
Thinking you'd be the one to help me out, But you were the one who cut the rope,
Yet you wonder why I'm slow to trust,
Why my true self's never shown,
While you stand there with your slingshot, Pelting me with stones,
Of your cold and harsh word,
You don't see the tears I cry at night,
Alone beneath my sheets,
You don't know how close I'm coming,
To admitting my defeat,
If I showed you my teardrops,
would you collect them like rain store them In jars,
That are labelled with "pain",
would you follow their tracks from my eyes down to cheeks,
As they write all the stories,
I'm too scared to speak Would you hold my face gently,
As you dry both my eyes,
And whisper the words "you're too precious to cry",
If I showed you my teardrops,
Would you wipe them off and make me feel love even though I'm lonely,
and I'm not alone,
And if you ever learn the pain you wrought, If you ever learn to care,
please show me because If I left
you won't ever be able
to get me back.
will you ever do this for me? at least in this life?
~your wife
Kim Y/n
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𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃 | JJK X Reader | Jungkook ff ✓
Fanfiction"My love for you will always be as cold as my heart". Jeon Jungkook, a cold, rude and powerful CEO in South Korea. His name alone holds the authority. He hates the word 'marriage' and 'wife', but his family decides to set an arrange marriage for his...
